Day 2 of travelling. We got started at 9:15. Yesterday we enjoyed an oldies car ride with 2 CDs each of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, the Monkees, and Gene Pitney.
Our former pastor moved to Orlando. and we will be visiting his church next Sunday. Before I left, I had downloaded sermons that he has on his new church's website onto my laptop. Instead of us going to church today, we listened to three of his sermons before the rest stop and two after. Listening to them made me really appreciate him all over again, The best one was "Don't Run Out of Gas". If you're interested:
So, where did we stop? Why, at South of the Border, of course. It's a traditional stop on I-95. The largest, most publicized tourist trap there is. We counted 36 billboards before we got there, and we probably missed some. My favorites are "You Never Sausage a Place, You're Always a Wiener at South of the Border - 10miles" and "Time for a Paws, South of the Border - 38 miles ". After browsing 3 shops and parting with our money, my daughter was clowning around.
Watch those alligators!
God cares about the smallest details. I got my nails done for the trip, and I told the woman that I wanted my right thumbnail and first fingernail to be shorter. Although they will not "look" the same, experience tells me that I need them shorter. When I got them done eight years ago, I discovered that I couldn't take out my contacts because my fingernails were too long.
Well, guess what? The nails looked short enough, but last night I discovered that they weren't after I poked myself in the eye. So I just slept in them. Today we got off an exit in South Carolina to eat at a Subway, and what did God put next door? A nail place. Opened on Sunday. With no one waiting. This woman thought I was crazy, but within five minutes had the problem solved. I must have thanked her at least eight times. When I asked her what I owed, she didn't even know. She finally charged me $2.00. What an answer to prayer. I didn't think I'd be able to take care of this for awhile!
After the "spiritual" morning, we listened to some baseball and then listened to the Nascar race. Although we aren't due at Disney until Monday, we did want to get to Florida today, so we drove, shooting for St Augustine. Well, we were joking so much that we overshot it. Took A1A, through Flagler Beach to Ormond Beach, and spied a TGIFridays. So we got a motel room, and double-backed to eat by 9:30. Our motel is right on the ocean, and are looking forward to seeing the view at dawn from our balcony. After we check out tomorrow, we will find the entrance to the beach (up the street), and drive on the beach down to Daytona Beach. We've done this before, and we really enjoy it, stopping to get out and putting our feet in the ocean. The sand is so hard and flat that they allow cars on the beach.
The drive has gone fast this trip. I'm HERE; I can SEE Florida; I know I put the time into driving here; but I still don't feel like I'm REALLY here. Hopefully, seeing the ocean and feeling the warmth tomorrow will finally make it real to me. That, and finally checking into a "permanent" hotel. Then we can really feel like we belong. That nesting instinct, I guess. Tomorrow the real vacation begins!!!